Duke here —
I love to go for rides. It’s almost my favorite thing to do. Ever. Well, maybe playing blue ball comes in a close second. I hate it when my mom, or anyone here, leaves and doesn’t take me with them.
Yesterday, I (and Sosha too) got to go on TWO car rides! It makes up for them moving the well driller without me and Sosha on Thursday night. The first place was some building that Mom takes us to sometimes. She goes in with some papers and a check (I know that a check means money somehow) and comes back to the car with no check and different papers. She used to go there more often, but business is slower lately (or so she says) so she doesn’t get to go as much.
But the second place? That was cool! We sat in a parking lot and watched kids! Kids were playing on these cool things that swung back and forth and they were running around. I so wanted to be there, running with them. Then school buses pulled in and there were kids on them. That’s when my sister came out of the building and came and got something that my mom was dropping off. Instead of leaving right away, my mom stayed so that we could watch kids get off the bus and walk back to the building with my sister and her helpers. I wish I could have been one of her helpers. It looks like my sister has a really important job. My mom says that she does have a very important job and that she is proud of her. So am I, but I still wish I could go play with those kids!